Ana’s trailer one morning with a broad grin on her face.
“I just got word,” she said as she helped herself to one of the rolls Ana had on a
plate. “Today we go see our work in process.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It will be a surprise, sister. I will show you how our hard work is paying off. And
don’t think I don’t know how much help you’ve been to me. You’ll get your rewards
right alongside me.” Lara finished off the roll and licked her fingers as she watched
snow fall outside the window. “We should head out. I’d hate to get stuck in this stuff.
Sometimes I wonder how smart it was to organize all this in the Norther country.”
Much to Ana’s surprise they spent half a day driving their trailers to Mogsven.
They parked and walked along the shoveled walks, purchasing some needed herbs.
Then Lara told Ana they would head out on their gliders. After being airborne for less
than an hour, several gliders appeared ahead of them and Ana followed Lara down to
the ground to meet the three men who had come from the opposite direction.
“What’s going on?” Lara asked the young man who Ana recognized as being the
son of the large man she’d met before the fools’ festival.
“You’re being trailed. We think they’re Gothman scouts, at least they’re using
Gothman gliders.” The young man eyed Lara lustfully as he spoke. “We’ve been sent
out to stop you from coming any further. We don’t know why you’re being followed
but there’s too much to risk.”
“What would Gothman be doing this far north?” Ana asked, wondering what these
people thought the reason might be. “Everyone knows Gothman don’t leave their
nation.”
“There were Gothman at the fools’ festival,” Lara said to Ana as if she’d just figured
that out.
“Why would they be up here?” Ana asked again. She hadn’t noticed anyone trailing
them although she wouldn’t admit to Lara that she’d had the sensation they were being
followed now for several days.
“I’m not sure.” The young man now cast his gaze over Ana. He smiled at her and
she had to admit he was quite handsome although his eyes were different colors. One
eye was as green as a Tree Person’s while the other was pale blue. It gave him an eerie,
almost demonic look. “You need to lay low for a while. We can’t risk leading anyone to
the site who that might try to stop us before we’re ready. Why don’t you two follow me
to my cabin? We can hang out there for a few days and keep an eye on who comes and
goes.”
“That sounds perfect, Roman,” Lara purred and ran a finger lazily down his chest.
Ana knew exactly what Roman had in mind when she entered the rough-looking
cabin buried on the side of a rugged hill. Lara pulled out her bag of potions while
Roman went outside to gather firewood.
“You know what they say, An-nea,” she said as she grabbed a bowl from the crude
kitchen and dumped some small roots in it then began smashing them. “Two women
truly become sisters when they share a man.”
Ana’s stomach clenched. Was that what Andru and Gilroy thought—that they
would truly be brothers if they shared a woman?
“I don’t want Roman. You can have him all to yourself.” Ana felt sick. She then
added for clarity, “One man is hardly enough for me.”
“I remember.” Lara looked up from her project and smiled wickedly. “So what are
you going to do while I reduce this man to putty? Do you want to watch?”
“No.” Ana faked a laugh. “I think I’ll go back into Mogsven and find my own
action. You have your fun. I’ll come find you in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” Lara tried to sound concerned but Ana could tell she was
delighted to be left alone with her lover for the evening.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll see what I hear about Gothman in the area.”
“Good idea.”
Oh yeah. It was